Greetings, my dear readers. First I want to express my appreciation for your responses to my blog postings. It is so rewarding to know that there are so many of you that share this common experience with me that we call, loosely, “crossdressing”. Perhaps a better term is “gender fluid.” That pretty much works for me, as we all have a sense of who we are that is much broader than the confining role of the traditional binary male. I can’t imagine going back to being the macho male I once pretended to be (I say “pretended” because that was never who I really was) and wearing those heavy, scratchy underwear. Thinking about this fascinating journey of embracing the inner femme that we know ourselves to be, I started wondering about what got us all started on this journey.
I’ve read a lot of posts on various sites, regarding crossdressing folks like us, and have found there are many starting points. Some have sisters, and got started by exploring their sister’s panty drawer, or closet in search of the perfect skirt or dress. Others went foraging in their mom’s closet and dresser. Others didn’t have a sense of their femme self until later in life and lived, or do live, in fear of discovery by their wives. Others, the most fortunate of all, have a spouse that is totally okay with the feminine side of her husband or significant other, and lives happily in the gender fluid world with him.
So, I have a question for you: what got you started, and at what age? When did you first slip on that luscious pair of panties and know you were hooked – that this was a part of who you are? When did you first try on that first bra, or blouse, or skirt, and know that this was something you just had to do? We all had some starting point that led to where we are now, and I would love to hear your stories. By reading the blogs here at Xdress, surely by now you know you are far from alone in this fascinating world of the gender fluid; you are part of a virtual community here at Xdress. Tell me your story – I would love to hear it!
Fondest regards,
Angie
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About the age of 9. A school play. I had tights and wore nail varnish. Chassed that feeling ever since
I started when I was 5 or 6 my sister and her best friend were playing a game in her room I went in and asked if I could play too they were playing a dress up game and had great fun dressing me up in my sisters clothes ever since I snuck into my sisters room and tried on their underwear and dresses and shirts high heels and felt so good doing it when they moved out I started to buy my own ladies clothes my fiance didn’t know for about 8 years until she found a pair of ladies underwear in my drawer she thought I was cheating until I told her everything I had been buying her clothes for years but really they were for me she wasn’t too happy at first and taught there is something wrong with me but after a while she seemed ok with it and now I can wear whatever I want when I want I even wear a ladies nightie to bed every night I was caught twice once buy my uncle he saw me in full dress heels tights skirt bra top makeup and wwe. He thought it was very wrong and decided to tell my parents who didn’t really say anything at all and more recently buy a work colleague who came into my hotel room while I was sleeping and saw me wearing ladies underwear and bra and a silky nighty he went on to tell all my other colleagues who had a right laugh but I don’t really care I do what I do and it makes me happy f*** everybody else!
I too was around five or six when my elder sister decided to dress me up as a girl. I thought the world of my sister and would do anything she wanted, and this was something that I immediately enjoyed. Throughout my pre-teen and teen years I would sneak into her room and “borrow” her panties, but once I left home after graduating high school, I stopped my secret celebration. It wasn’t until my new bride bought me a male thong for valentines day that I felt liberated once again. For the next few years I had few sexy panties to choose from, then about ten years ago I found xdress and bodyaware. I have one drawer dedicated to panties of all shapes and sizes, made for men, but definitely as sexy as I felt in my sisters panties the first time I wore them. I love wearing panties, wear them everyday, and prefer a thong because I can forget I what I am wearing until I undress. Oh and my wife…she is a good sport. She seems indifferent about what I like to do, and I am loyal to her only, but I only wish she was a little more interested or excited in this fetish of mine, because you know that if she had the bug to wear sexy panties/lingerie, I would be excited and supportive of her…plus I would probably never take my eyes off her (or the bedroom walls for that matter).
Be satisfied with your choices that do not harm others, enjoy life, and know that every day is a great day!
My first memories of dressing up are of my older sisters dressing me in their dresses, skirts and make-up, I must have been about 6 I suppose, but I don’t really remember that much about it all. My next memory is from when I was about 9 or 10 and we were on holiday and my mum forgot to pack most of my stuff so I had to wear my sisters knickers, I vaguely remember being a little upset about it but I was quite a laid back child and so after the initial fuss I just accepted it as okay as long as it was just for a weeks holiday. The next big memory was from when I was about 12-13 and touching & feeling my sisters knickers in the airing cupboard, they just felt fantastic and soft, what boy could resist so I slipped a pair into my pocket and headed for my room, off came my trousers and boys underpants and on went my sisters nylon knickers, it felt so wrong yet so right, lol. After that I was a regular visitor to the airing cupboard borrowing her knickers but my favourite item was her teddies (blush) they felt awesome against my body underneath my regular clothes. As with most of us I tried to stop myself (impossible!!! Once those silky frills have been slipped on I defy any man never to go and try them again, lol) and partially succeeded until I was 17 by then both my sisters had moved out but had left behind a fair stash of their unwanted clothes (some of which mysteriously made their way into my cupboard). At 18 I was regularly wearing knickers to work and to the pub (such a rush), again I tried to give them up but I made the mistake of sending for a male underwear catalogue from the back of a newspaper (days before the internet) it turned out to be Apres Noir and eventually I just gave in and when at home now wear knickers/panties 24/7 and when away with work as much as possible.
Back in my country, it was hard to find sexy underwear for men. I think it was around 14 that I became aroused with women’s stuff. I held it off for many years, but my wife has known about my bisexuality. However, it was only recently that I decided to replace all my briefs and trunks with g-strings, briefs, thongs. I specially love lace. It gets me all going. I have a lot of fancy, lacey panties, but I mostly love the feel of very tight, under-size g-strings inside my ass line. My wife is now turned on with those and she has even purchased some of those for me. Every day, she asks me what I’m wearing and checks on it. She pulls the thong up on my ass line because she knows that I love such feeling. Wearing women’s stuff is great. I have stockings, a small skirt and lots of panties to go around. Wouldn’t change that for the world.